[FM] My Night Out

It all started with a half-truth. Technically I wasn’t lying when I told my boyfriend Travis that it was a ‘girl’s night out, but I was omitting certain details. Primarily the ones concerning Chase. I met Chase one night when I was out on an actual girl’s night. The amount of courage it takes to approach someone in a club with loud music and flashing lights with hopes of striking up a conversation is immense, and I can respect that. Still, he offered to buy me a drink which I politely declined. Not because I didn’t think he was cute. He had on a faded pair of jeans with white sneakers that stuck out in the black lights of the club and a polo t-shirt that might as well had “Frat Boy” stamped across the front of it. He filled it out nicely though and had a confident smile framed by a chiseled jawline that could have made him perfect for a Marine poster. Now that I think about it, he would probably be irresistible in that uniform as well.

The reason I told him no was because I had been seeing my boyfriend for the past six months and was loving the way things were going. He was sweet, caring, and thoughtful. Even though he worked full-time and went to school full-time he always figured out a way to have enough energy left for me. In a different world, this may have been the end of Chase, but fate had other plans. My friend Lori fell head-over-heels for his friend Brain, so our ‘girl’s nights’ became something else.

Not to sound too full of myself, but I’m not a stranger to guys shooting their shot and have turned the rejections into a kind of art. Luckily, vodka and soda with lime is my drink of choice so I can usually play off a “Sorry, I can’t drink. I’m driving.” I make a bit of a pouty face and a shoulder shrug before turning back to my friends. If I am really desperate, I can drop a quick, “I’m not 21,” but due to the contents of my cup actually being alcohol this is something I normally don’t advertise too loudly. Either way, as skilled as I was, nothing seemed to work with Chase. When I broke the news to him that I had a boyfriend it didn’t do anything but encourage him further.

Eventually, it just turned into a kind of game. He would make flirty jokes and I would pretend to be annoyed or disgusted, but I think he knew this couldn’t be further from the truth. We would dance occasionally, and I would let him run his hands up and down my sides or even lean into him a bit, teasing him with just the slightest bit of pressure from my curvy butt. I loved that he wanted me so badly, and he was terrible at hiding it. I always waited until his hands began to move from my thighs towards my tight little ass or started working their way up my front before I would swat his hands away and leave him stranded on the dance floor. I thought it was hilarious to send him home alone and frustrated. While I was needy as well, Travis was always eagerly waiting for me to get home.

Our game of ‘Cat and Mouse’ was all good fun, but that only lasts until the mouse has a few too many drinks. I had gone a little crazy shopping that week and my bank account was showing the damage, so when Chase made his weekly offer to buy me a drink, I accepted. Though the forensic evidence is still inconclusive, I firmly believe my single shot vodka and sodas had transformed into doubles, and shots of tequila began coming to our table in waves. It was hopeless.

This time when we were dancing Chase’s hands didn’t get the playful slap. I leaned back into him, and his hands traced a line up my stomach, stopping to cup my breast. I closed my eyes and couldn’t stop a slight moan from escaping my glossy lips. Never one to miss an opportunity, Chase leaned down and I felt his warm breath on my neck. His kiss sent shivers across my shoulders, and he gave the lobe of my ear a playful bite.

As foggy as my memory is, I think we were still doing something that resembled dancing, though I can’t be sure. His hands worked back down, and he tucked his thumbs teasingly inside the waist of my skirt. The thought he may just pull it down any minute in the middle of the dance floor was both terrifying and exciting, but nothing came of it. He moved on, his hands sliding further down to my bare thighs. He squeezed hard enough to make me jump. He laughed in my ear and continued to explore my body with his hands, sneakily slipping one underneath my skirt and getting a slight feel of the wet spot forming on my panties.

With no secrets left to hide, he brought that finger to my lips and grazed them slowly. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his digit. It was official. Our game was over.

Fortunately, I am never the designated driver, so we were able to escape the booming club with little hassle. To avoid any lectures that I was too drunk to remember and too horny to care about, I sent a simple text to Lori saying I didn’t feel well, and I was going to head home. Chase drove a little two-seater sports car that was definitely too expensive for him to have bought without the help of his parents, but it was deep red and perfect for my current mood.

He started the car and as it roared to life, I made it clear there was only one ride I was looking for. I climbed over his center console, and he was already sliding his jeans down to his thighs. His cock was beautiful and meticulously manicured. It was perfectly straight with just the right amount of girth and length. Strong veins ran along the sides. I leaned into his lap and swallowed him. I felt the head of his cock tickle the back of my throat and I pushed past it. A moan and a slight swerve of the wheel told me everything I needed to know.

I sucked him hungrily. Spit and precum clung to my lips and chin as he drove. I could hear the engine roar and slow with every thrust of my neck and realized I was pretty much driving his car through his cock. I imagined a million thoughts that could be racing through his head. This pretty blonde girl he had been chasing for so long was making his cock disappear down her throat. That encouraged me, even more, to reward him well for his long chase.

When the car came to a stop, I looked up expecting to be in an unfamiliar neighborhood and was shocked when we were outside my boyfriend’s apartment. Maybe I told him where to take me, or maybe some other form of malfeasance had taken place, but I was thoroughly confused. Confused, but still hornier than ever. I leaned back into my seat awaiting an explanation, but he quickly got out of the driver’s seat and ran around the front of his car not even bothering to pull his pants back up. He opened my door. I climbed out but my heels made me stumble and Chase caught me in his arms. The heels came off and Chase sat down in the passenger seat.

For those taking notes, this is the only way to have comfortable sex in a car. I slid my panties off, still standing in the middle of the parking lot, my hair a mess from where his hand had been placed for “encouragement”. Not that any was needed. I climbed on top of him facing out the front windshield and his door slammed closed behind me. His cock was throbbing when he slid into me, my aching pussy eagerly swallowing him up. I bounced slightly, letting myself enjoy his full length and ignoring the burning sensation in my thighs. The steam from our hot breath began fogging the windshields, depriving any lucky passers-by of a show. I braced myself against his dashboard as I started bouncing faster and faster. He was thrusting now, meeting me halfway with a slam. My moan turned into pleas for faster and harder.

He reached around my waist, expertly finding my clit, and began to rub furiously. It was too much, and I erupted with spasming orgasm that he matched. The sensation was heavenly, and I slowly milked the last of his cum with slow, deliberate movements of my hips. I came down from my orgasmic high and focused my eyes the best I could, only to realize it was the fogged windows creating the blur.

Though still a mystery, I was already where I needed to be and stepped out of his car, his cock landing on his stomach with a wet slap as I exited. I slid my skirt down slightly before bending over to pick up my heels from the pavement and blew him a kiss goodbye.

Had I not been so drunk I would have given more thought to my next course of action, but I was, and I didn’t. I made the walk to my boyfriend’s front door the same way I had numerous times before. This time I was filled with an uncontrollable lust that seemed new and dangerous. Not guilt or shame, though those would come in waves later. Just pure, unbridled lust.

When Travis opened the door, I wrapped my arms around his neck and greeted him with a giggling kiss. I dropped my heels on the floor of his apartment and let him guide me back to his bedroom. I fell back onto his mattress, spreading my legs wide-open. I suddenly remembered my panties that were still laying on the floorboard of Chase’s car when Travis asked me a question. At that moment his tongue had more pressing concerns than asking pointless questions, so I blew it off.

My fingers found their way to my clit, still sensitive from the orgasm I had only moments ago, and I began rubbing it in slow, patient circles. Travis knelt down in front of me and pressed his lips to my inner thigh, tasting my skin and sucking gently. He kissed slowly and methodically toward my pussy. “Fuck!” my inebriated brain screamed inside my head. “I wonder if Chase’s cum is still inside me?”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vn2pfz/fm_my_night_out